You're talking to a girl who, with her friends in high school, used to enjoy scraping up road kill, burying it in a backyard for a few months in a tupperware container, & then depositing the whole stinky, rotting mess as a nice gift on the porch of a hated male chauvanist teacher. We were a cult, & we didn't care who thought what of us. Likewise, I don't care what you think.